Okay, so there are some spirits that fly. But usually they have at least some kind of weight on the ground . . . and Toph really doubts that Aang is talking to any of the assorted citizenry diving for the gold. For her turn, the girl has scooped a piece from the ground, wading through the excited masses towards the boy-monk, testing the metal with her fingers. Fortunately she hadn't been too far from Aang in the first place.

". . . I hope you're talking to somebody." She has to be loud over the clustering, jostling bodies. "Because it sure doesn't seem like it."

Pushing a man away from crushing her: "What exactly happened, anyway? Everyone kind of went crazy."

If people don't stop pushing, she's going to start doing some pushing back.